Hatch2p2

As the last few candidates rocked nervous along with the rhythm of the eggs, another egg began to crack, slowly. As each shard fell away, the candidates bobbed nervously up and down until one of the boys couldn’t take it anymore.
“H’tch alr’dy!” Bhanhas shrieked in his normal slurred speech.
Just then, the egg shattered, I did what you asked me too, B'nhas. The brown glanced around at the other two candidates, who were now picking shell out of their hair. Are you happy? You made me spray the others with my shell.
B'nhas laughed and smiled at the brown, “I d’dn’t m’n to m’ke you do tat, Harkoth. S’rry.”
It’s all right, B’nhas, Harkoth sighed as he strolled over to his Impressor. Now, let’s get something to eat.
A green had just peeked out from behind her gold mother’s wingsails when Lioneia looked up to watch the other pair go. The green cheeped jokingly at her and ducked back behind her mother again.
“What do you want?” Lioneia snorted as she walked over to where the green had been. Lioneia sighed as she peaked behind Giyath, but the green was not behind her mother. Giyath glared at Lioneia. She had no desire to have this girl Impress, but if she was who her daughter wanted...
Suddenly, the green popped up behind Lioneia, Got you! She shouted as she latched her claws onto the bottom of Lioneia’s suit.
“GOPERTH!” Lioneia exclaimed as she grabbed at her bikini bottom, trying to pull it up, and pry the green’s claws off of it.
Zearia sighed, hoping that that the green's attitude would cheer Lioneia up. As Goperth pulled Lioneia towards the side of the sands, Zearia noticed something that Lioneia hadn't. Goperth's wing sails were bronze. Zearia smiled at Lioneia as she handed her the oil and meat.
"How do you feel about dragons now?" Zearia laughed as Lioneia placed her hand gently on Goperth's head.
Riyenom, one of the few non-human candidates for this clutch, stood on the sands alone as Giyath nuzzled her last egg - a small light blue oval – as Dokenoth tried to comfort her.
Giyath, love, I don’t think it’s going to hatch, Dokenoth sighed.
No, it must, Giyath sighed. There is one candidate remaining.
Riyenom looked up at the gold, smiling deeply at her, “It is all right, Giyath. I can come back again.”
Suddenly, the egg gave a shuddered, and Riyenom heard a voice, Please, wait for me. Sharding shell won’t crack!
Giyath bulged and nosed the egg, but Riyenom rushed forward, disrespectfully pushing Giyath away from the egg as he tore at the shell. Dokenoth laughed as Giyath snorted at him, and Riyenom sighed as the dark hide of the dragonet was revealed.
Keep at it, R’nom, the dragon sighed. I’m too tired to get the rest of it myself.
The feline humanoid ripped away the front of the egg, and the dragonet spilled onto the sands. R’nom lifted the head of what looked like a dark blue dragon with white blotches over his hide, but the dragonet sighed and turned his head.
I’m black with starry patterns, he sighed. I’m certainly not a blue. A blue would not suit you. I’m a Starlight.
R’nom smiled as he helped his dragon to his feet, “You certainly are, Sivilath. You certainly are.”
Giyath smiled at her red mate as their first clutch of dragonets accepted the meat greedily that their Impressors were giving them.
How long will they being staying, Zearia? Giyath sighed.
Until they become Weyrlings, Zearia thought to the gold.
Just then, Lathtoria burst onto the Hatching Sands, “Giyath!”
The gold lower her head and smirked at her rider, Yes, Lath?